Thursday, January 29, 2015

The world still goes by Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest. The things have changed , the competition must have changed but the very basic nature's selection of the best remains the same. You might not know it , it there is , it always will be. Either you are slowly increasing in numbers or you are being put to rest. Some may call it God , some name it fate , for me it is just a passing moment. Who has and who will ever come back to the life and time , well no one will. It is similar to "People will forget the words thou said , but shall thy not forget how ya made them feel". The world multiplied in a hurry , and as after rally comes a pause . After every milestone comes a halt , we have to stop , take a break , refuel and run again. Instead of integrating your life over to the rest of world, let us differentiate ours from the others.
The very basic rule is "birds of the same feather flock together" , and those who stay together , live together , live longer. Choose your friends , and be true. I have been best in making new friends , and at worst keeping them. I have not kept a good friend for over a period of year. The closest that comes is my family , who have been deprieved of me more than i can imagine.
I have had not so good times in maintaining what was mine, or what could have been mine. I would be very wrong in saying , if i dare , i did not get what i was destined for, but here i am. I have a trophy , i have a few current friends , and i have a binder. The soul that never tires but always keeps on looking for its motive of existence.
I am sure money is not one of those, neither is the fame or the friends , then what it is that we come here for. Are we any different from people we put in prison confided in four walls , or institutionalized . Well , I have for now made peace that nothing can come to you unless you desire for it.
If a thing comes to you, you have really not desired , time for you to have a closer look , and battle it out. You choose your own battles , and the motives. One day you shall , and you will be selected in Darwin's theory relatively. That is for time to tell , but i can tell you one thing for sure, no matter what happens , you Pick Your Battles , but always stand by with your friends. They are just the best chance you got and vice versa. help you help yourself .
~dg

Friday, April 11, 2014

All of a sudden it comes to you, right in front of your eyes. It always was there. It always will be. Try looking beyond horizons or towards the farthest greener grounds. Try the most majestic thoughts you got. Try making the pocket green , try making the world green. Try to change it , try it a now. Did you try ? Was it a success . Try it a bit more , push it an inch deeper . It works. that one extra step , that one final effort , that one last time always work. It always was there. All of a sudden it might come to your realization, but it was never away.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Getting out of bed and looking directly in sun, no fear of blindness, no inhibitions of what will follow, no matter what will happen. The sun has been shinning for billions of years, but today neither eyes are going to shut nor sun is going to set. A cloud came in between to break the truce, and the eyes still pierced through the clouds. It was water all around, flooding the memories. The boat sailed across the ages , from the time when school was a pain, to point when the greatest challenge was how not to make it to school for love of a movie. The friends who came across and took us from that life to the new chapter, as the pages of book turned into paper so green. The boat stuck a tree with the force so immense that the world twisted. Flooded emotions took me places, the green turn red, and things fell out of place. I did not. I looked up and held my eyes to the sun, dared to move it. The sun shone hard, I stared harder. The sweat filled up glasses, but thirst took its turn. I toppled each milestone but the destiny never met. I looked places, met strangers and ignored friends. It was a belief that I will achieve it , the trust of finding it now. Determination can bring down Gods, but mine was missing. The boat sailed across from river to seas to the huge ocean. The waves were big and huge, and no land to be seen. There I saw another, same as me , and then a few more. I extended mine and so did the other. We made a big boat together, and adorn it with love care and happiness. I continued to dare the sun, when a comforting feather touched my shoulder and I melted in it. The sun was jealous this time, he burnt brighter. I was with my life and he lives in shadow of his past , all alone. I made friends with him since, and we talk each other, I hope he finds one hand as I found mine.